Tears stream onto his worried faceLike morning mist in the window paneHis strength weakened, his lips were parse And he can’t even speak or paceIndulging the pain like it was lustAfraid with pounding heart that is fastLike he was driven and coerce by a castHiding in a capsule for him to be latentWanted to shorten his life’s lengthTo halt the burden of a frail patientIncarcerated by the shadows of his pastBlinded to see the sunshine of present